This was in response to this and this (and possibly this) but TODAY I’M IN THE MOOD FOR Stiles sitting back on his heels and saying, as he absently wipes a thread of spit and precome off his bottom lip with the heel of his palm, “Wait, hold up, I just got this great idea.”
He’s already a little out of breath, his voice raw, eyes bright and eager. Amused, Derek lets himself be tugged at, repositioned until he’s kneeling on the mattress with Stiles on all fours in front of him.
“Like this,” Stiles says, reaching behind his back. He gets down on one elbow, his fingers closing around Derek’s wrist. His eyelashes cast long shadows across his flushed cheeks when he glances up at Derek over his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“You want me to—” Derek says, hand curving around Stiles’ side to keep him in place as he runs the thumb of his other hand down between Stiles’ cheeks, where he’s wet and pliant, waiting. Stiles’ breath hitches, his hips jerking forward.
I don’t know why but I really like the idea of Derek who for reasons he doesn’t understand can still transform into a full wolf (not that he ever could in canon but let’s assume it’s an alpha thing that he could do and that he can still do as a beta/omega/whatever he is now)
And he changes into a wolf and goes into town and people sort of just pet him, feed him scraps, call him a good boy, and he needs that so much and that’s the only way he gets it. No one touches him when he’s a person. No one tells him he’s good or praises anything he does. People love dogs unconditionally and immediately but they don’t do that to other people.
And then one day he comes across Stiles, and Stiles does like everyone else, pets him, praises him, gives him some food and water, and for some reason getting that attention from someone he knows is something he needs more than from strangers. He ignores the fact that Stiles doesn’t know it’s him and would never say those things to him if he knew, not if he were in his human form.
He “runs into” Stiles several times a week for about a month and it’s great. He eats up the attention. Basks in the praise and the gentle way Stiles coos at him, “You’re so good. Such a good boy.” Pants happily as Stiles scratches behind his ears and strokes the thick fur between his shoulders.
Then one night, after a movie and pizza with everyone at Stiles’ place, Stiles is washing the glasses and Derek is drying them and Stiles turns to Derek with the water running, and says quietly enough that supernatural ears in the next room can’t hear, “You are good, you know.”
And Derek stills, panics, can’t breathe, can’t look at Stiles because holy shit how long has he known? He’s so embarassed.
Stiles continues talking though. “You’re a good person. You do good things. You’re good.”
And maybe Derek looks at Stiles, then, because he didn’t hear a lie in those words, he can tell Stiles is being sincere even though he doubts his own senses. Stiles is looking him in the eye and saying, again, “You’re good, Derek. You don’t need to look like a dog to hear it from me.”
And Derek’s face crumples a bit, because he thought it was great hearing it from Stiles before, but now Stiles is saying it to his face, saying his name, placing his open palm (wet, maybe soapy, but that’s okay) to Derek’s face and moving his thumb over Derek’s cheekbone and Derek huffs, remembers to breathe, and Stiles pulls him into a hug.
idk this is just a thing I think about a lot.